Beethoven’s Fifth bellowed across the soggy Irish hillocks. She shifted into third and the straight six crackled and popped on the overrun. The smoking rear Pirellis slid as she roared through the ferry terminal. A foghorn sounded as the last ship for the night chugged away from the dock. Flames spat from the titanium exhaust as she opened the throttle along the pier. She mustn’t miss this ship, it was her last chance out of the country.